Most people don't know this about me, but I've got a lizard brain.
Language brain.
Like the crawling skin that lets you put french and german and that sneaking suspicion the guy behind you has a gun so you duck into the store and order a gewurtztremnerine-elatz.
Und c'est une imposiblesement grosse bitten ver gersplunk te amoha ko-nie-zue meht.
11.10.2010
11.05.2010
Product Descriptions
Button Rucksack
It's raining, no doubt and the fever's set in. "Must I push down these drab walls and walk wide gaits, mud sloshing, galosh wetting, puddle stomping, and get where I'm going only to discover once more that my bag has decided to let in a mighty river and ruin my collection of once perfectly folded origami, leveling into a paper-mache mushterpiece."
Your rage would build considerably less if you invested heartily in a Button Ruck. This Rucksack comes in water-repelling cordura-like fabric, complete with book sleeve.
Your jacket, for those few momentary breaks in the weather, can be stored neatly on the bottom of the bag with built in cinches.
Your tools, and need to have organizeds can sit silently in wait in either the front pocket or the side.
Oh, and you really must marvel at the buttons involved here. Heavens, a little piece may have just landed in your lap.
And as you swing the pack onto your shoulders, you notice how so nicely the straps sit and distribute weight. My gosh, only 843,348,935 more weeks of winter.
Driver's Cap
It's a complement to bicycles and cool mornings, going well with any sweater. The semi-stiff brim will allow for a cocky tilt that tells the world, "I am a jaunty fellow, active and on the move." It looks classy enough from a distance to fool any person not favoring handmade items, and fascinating up-close evoking, "could this really be made by human hands?" It is, and you'll love it.
It's raining, no doubt and the fever's set in. "Must I push down these drab walls and walk wide gaits, mud sloshing, galosh wetting, puddle stomping, and get where I'm going only to discover once more that my bag has decided to let in a mighty river and ruin my collection of once perfectly folded origami, leveling into a paper-mache mushterpiece."
Your rage would build considerably less if you invested heartily in a Button Ruck. This Rucksack comes in water-repelling cordura-like fabric, complete with book sleeve.
Your jacket, for those few momentary breaks in the weather, can be stored neatly on the bottom of the bag with built in cinches.
Your tools, and need to have organizeds can sit silently in wait in either the front pocket or the side.
Oh, and you really must marvel at the buttons involved here. Heavens, a little piece may have just landed in your lap.
And as you swing the pack onto your shoulders, you notice how so nicely the straps sit and distribute weight. My gosh, only 843,348,935 more weeks of winter.
Driver's Cap
It's a complement to bicycles and cool mornings, going well with any sweater. The semi-stiff brim will allow for a cocky tilt that tells the world, "I am a jaunty fellow, active and on the move." It looks classy enough from a distance to fool any person not favoring handmade items, and fascinating up-close evoking, "could this really be made by human hands?" It is, and you'll love it.
11.04.2010
11.02.2010
ne-am / lvm
My culture is bullshit and
So is yours,
But mine and
we share it of course,
is dominant.
Yours is awesome and
weird and just as violent and
pointless and brutal and
misguided, but
Yours is so much
more eclectic.
Dancing and songs and
The importance of family
and you didn't invent sweaters, so
you get to opt into
wearing them.
And commercialization has come and
not left,
but it's not like every facet of
your culture has been
spewed across the Earth.
It's like I'm discovering
For the first time
and I can claim it's mine, just
Like those fore-bearers of my
culture did, and
continue to do.
If I'm true to my roots, I
guess I'd like to
conquer you, or at
the very least co-opt
your culture, and
corupt it's meaning through
commercialization.
Can it be helped, or
Must I recuse myself from
The pursuit?
My domination tendency has been,
bled out through
the spilling of others' culture.
My cup runneth over
with shit and piss,
And I never really learned to dance
and love.
All I can offer is rugged
Individualism, a culture that
corrupts and
histories of depression,
a mold for the world to grow into,
my perspective shapes collectively shared by
millions.
So is yours,
But mine and
we share it of course,
is dominant.
Yours is awesome and
weird and just as violent and
pointless and brutal and
misguided, but
Yours is so much
more eclectic.
Dancing and songs and
The importance of family
and you didn't invent sweaters, so
you get to opt into
wearing them.
And commercialization has come and
not left,
but it's not like every facet of
your culture has been
spewed across the Earth.
It's like I'm discovering
For the first time
and I can claim it's mine, just
Like those fore-bearers of my
culture did, and
continue to do.
If I'm true to my roots, I
guess I'd like to
conquer you, or at
the very least co-opt
your culture, and
corupt it's meaning through
commercialization.
Can it be helped, or
Must I recuse myself from
The pursuit?
My domination tendency has been,
bled out through
the spilling of others' culture.
My cup runneth over
with shit and piss,
And I never really learned to dance
and love.
All I can offer is rugged
Individualism, a culture that
corrupts and
histories of depression,
a mold for the world to grow into,
my perspective shapes collectively shared by
millions.
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